Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.